Max stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Jaycee oddly. "Why the flippin' hell would I try feeding on THAT! I don't know where it's been. It was probably infected. That's why I broke it's neck, slit it's throat, ripped it to pieces then burned it. Then I got the ashes and threw them to the wind." Max shivered at the thought of feeding on it then shivered in enjoyment of the masacre memory. He enjoyed being to thorough.
Max nodded. "I'm familiar to that. I'm a run away of sorts myself." He smirked. "Killed off my family and lived off the streets. I enjoy the environment but after I met a friend, I started thinking I could put myself to use. So here I am."